Novel & Cerita Short Eroctic Stories

“I know that bothered you, but she doesn’t know any better. Besides, Vikter isn’t all that bad. He’s just bitter.” Like Brecc was bitter. That friendship needed mending. There was an opening of broken ice in the frozen side of the river. Eros shut his eyes, sending his wolf spirit to search for someone in the water. He snapped his eyes open and gasped hard, having sensed the cold the person in the water felt and the slow death approaching. “We have to hurry!” He rushed forward, tugging out rope they’d left the cabin with. Brecc tied it around a sturdy, two thousand year old trunk.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

I barely had time to throw up a shield of energy before they were on us, their cold, inky tendrils wrapping around my power, squeezing it tight. “Crystal!” Dante shouted, rushing to my side, his sword in hand, but even he seemed overwhelmed by the dark creatures which came in looking so good and human. Ezra and Ryan fought valiantly, but Orin’s magic was too strong. The shadows kept coming, relentless, suffocating.

I took a deep breath and shouted out what I wanted to say to him. "I LOVE ERO. I STILL LOVE YOU, ERO!" And like magic, men in suits and ties appeared, as if they were superheroes, and rushed to catch Ero. They had a large bed that inflated and was extremely soft so that when someone falls on it, they bounce up and down. I held my breath as Ero's body bounced up and down three times before finally settling on the bouncy bed. Liam and I immediately approached Ero, who still had his eyes closed. My heart was filled with anxiety. What if the impact of his fall was too strong, even with someone catching him?

"I have missed you so much, baby, I was terrified I might never see you again—never hold you like this. Hmmm, you still smell as heavenly as always." I grinned at his comment. Having spent a long time among werewolves, Erico had evidently picked up the habit of recognizing living beings by their scent. It was hilarious, yet incredibly endearing, to witness his adoption of such a primal trait. His human side had clearly adapted to my world. "I was already on my way back home, but there are some matters I need to handle first," I told him, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "Tell me, did you send the warriors to Lorraine's mansion? If so, I am eternally grateful to you."

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

A commanding voice said. " Who said that ? , " Eric asked. What type of hero story would it be with a perpetual theme of death and destruction. “Let us out of here” I screamed to Ethos. “Your wasting your time Ms. North. Ethos said floating in middle of the dungeon. “You and your human-loving companions should have official the girl to me. Perhaps than, I would have accepted you into my Allegiance.” “Why do you want Keri so bad?” Eric said as he tried to poll himself away from the wall.

Theo’s hand kept pumping him with perfect, loving pressure, thumb swirling through the constant flow of pre-cum. Their dad laughed at another story, completely unaware that his younger stepson was jerking off his older stepson under the breakfast table. Troy bit the inside of his cheek hard, fighting with every ounce of willpower not to come. His cock ached, swollen and desperate in Theo’s warm, talented hand. The passion between them, even in this risky moment, felt electric—deeply sensual, addictive, and terrifyingly intimate. Theo smiled sweetly at their mom while his fist gave one final, long, luxurious stroke along Troy’s throbbing length.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”